A Thousand Springs Beneath Her Skirts

On their wedding night, her husband suddenly died, and Lu Qingtang was branded a jinx who brought death to her spouse. Everyone in the Wen household despised her. It was bad enough that she never got enough to eat, but she also had to endure endless harassment. Life was unbearable. Her late husband's elder brother was the chancellor, and he seemed like a true gentleman. At first, Lu Qingtang only wanted a little protection from him. Who could have guessed that, by a twist of fate, his “protection” would end up taking place in bed?

Rumors have been spreading lately that the widow of the second son of the Wen family is carrying on with someone behind closed doors, and that she's even got a child in her belly!

Nanny Zhao, who served the matriarch of the Wen household, glared at her. “Speak! Who's the father of the bastard in your belly?”

The woman on her knees refused to answer. A sudden flurry of hoofbeats sounded outside. The usually composed chancellor, renowned for keeping his distance from women, strode in and carefully gathered the widow into his arms. He swept his gaze across everyone in the courtyard, a chilling smile on his lips. “Who just called my child a bastard?”